Fantasy A World Invoked

[jmann]

Before there was time there was a voice. And voice said:
"Speak," and so there was sound, and language to give it meaning. There was time, there was truth and there was deception.
"Speak," echoed again, "and the Universe Listens."
There was an explosion of spacedust and the stuff of creation, weaving infinite realms of possibility. So too came understanding, wisdom, the ability to listen and to be heard, to teach and to be taught.

In the beginning, before sunrises and before there were suns to rise, the universe was a sculpture. A sculpture molded by words. Space and matter would bend around every syllable.
At the beginning of time, the voice became a chorus.
And the chorus said...​

Introduction

Welcome to A World Invoked! The universe is young and malleable; actions you take now will shape it on a grand scale. Now is your chance to build up your domains and shape the world in its first moments of life.

 

[Yonsisac]

The birth of Life and Light​

Character: The being of life (Amar'la the great mother)
interaction: N/A
Action: Trying to...bring life

" Let there be light!"A voiced echoed, in the dark canvas sculpted in infinity. Dots, specks and mist of worthlessness had no form and no meaning, with the weaving hands of artist: the meaningless can become all they so desire. This is creation. Small worthless dots began to meadow towards one point. A vortex of meaning and pure will, began to take its shape as it grew. A color began to shape: red. A feeling was born: heat. Violent and ever growing, the sphere grew and grew. This feeling of radiant heat expanded ever so slowly as it became agressive. Red became orange and suddenly, it collapse.

All the time in seconds, passed and the sphere soon broke like the fragile creation it was. But the small white speck exploded in to a ever present eruption of energy and power, unmatched only by the detonation of creation itself from the beginning itself. A child to its image. From the destructive force, in the middle layed a small bright sphere, glowing a incandescent white. "Small" was not the correct statement in the scale of infinity but, it's size for all that was around, was incomprehensible. From the burning glowing mass, arch of fire reached out or pillars of ever heated flames.

This was "Sol", the center piece of...some thing...no name was given but... "Sol", it rang across the cosmos. And from Sol, the voice of of the chorus roared: "Let there be...LIFE!". Something began to prod and push from the giant flame. A hand slowly broke through the white veil, forcing itself out in desperation. It...screamed....it's hand tearing out and soon its body. Four appendage broke through the surface and grabbed on to the edge of this massive star pulling itself out as the violent flames convulsed and radiated even a brighter glow.

Life...was born. A being veil in light, no face, no eyes, nothing of visible appearance, broke through the surface. A cord-like thread connected to its abdomen leading to the giant object of fire known as SOL. It's faceless head looked around, looking at itself and it's four "hands" as they seemed to be called. It grabbed the cord connecting it to the massive white star. Confused. Lost. A new born. This being, was life. This being was light. And this being was SOL itself.

The astral being looked at itself, it knew how it must look. It knew who it was. And soon took its first breath: the breath of life. It was...alone...it's eyes trailed around the empty void. But it knew it was not alone, it heard many voices. A chorus not just itself. It knew one thing: give life.

The being reached towards the large star, home. That is the word that echoed in its head. This was its home. This was...it's realm. Inside this star, was its home. It knew inside the massive star was all white and blank waiting for it to be molded. This was not just any start, but the extension, power and will of this being. A light that could never be broken or extinguished unless this beings life was itself extinguished. The realm inside the star far bigger than its outside. It's own dimension. But it had to do something....

Life......yes life! It had to..give life....it grabbed small pieces of dust orbiting around the large star and began molding it like clay, it had to create something...with its own will and porpuse. It sat, floating next to the bright body of sol as it began to mold and make life in some way. It was all to new. Time. Yes time. Was needed to bring life. As the being did so, it began to think who it was, what it was, where it was. Slowly the question becoming answers and it's appearance ever so slowly...revealing itself. But still not shaped. "You will be...after my image..." the being said...forming what seem something like itself, a head, body, legs and arms. It had no other thing to base itself out of. Exept itself. It worked slowly..

 

[Juju]

Was it asleep, or was it awake? The new god did not know what came before, or if it mattered. Nevertheless, it became aware of its own thoughts and existence.

What am I?

Why am I?

What is that sound?

A scream? A light? Why? The darkness was perfectly fine, peaceful, without the addition of this blinding sight and sound. How annoying. Yet at the same time, the newly created god could not help but feel drawn to the blinding rays that broke through the empty void. It drunk in the brightness, fluttering to it in a formless mass of energy. Invisible in the void of space.

As it gazed towards the sun it felt something stir inside it, a deep need, a longing. It could be just a bright, surely. No, even brighter. It wanted to be brighter. It gazed around itself, at the glittering cosmos and changed itself into a mass of glowing orbs, like a thousand tiny suns all together. Surely many suns would be better than one? It felt better.

Then it looked at the new god that had emerged from the sun and felt that same urge again. How pretty it looked, with its corporeal form and slender arms that worked so diligently. How it wished to be just like that, and more. So it took those glittering stars of a body and forced them together as one singular mass. It pressed itself into a form similar to the god it watched, and once the painful process was over it let out a ripple of a cry.

When the newborn god illuminated itself in the sun, instead of looking bright and perfect, it saw that its arms were made of the inky void of creation, with horrid patches of brightness bleeding out haphazardly as if to reject it. An ugly mess. This would not do. Curse the sun for being so bright and unforgiving. In the dark it had been perfect, beautiful, yet that sun had cursed it. It was the sun's fault. Embarrassed, the god fled back into the void of space where the sun could not see it. Where the other gods could not see it. It ripped down darkness to hide its bleeding body like a cloak.

If that god could make a sun, make a beautiful form, it could as well. It could make a better one of both!

Frustrated by the sharp feeling in its chest, the new god made more tiny suns and pinned them against its skin, one after another, layer after layer until it hardened into a sheen like no other. Hardened light, golden armor. Dark and twisted skin hidden. See, it could make beautiful things as well! It was beautiful now too, surely. Yet still, the nagging feeling remained. Did it look as equally beautiful as that sun-child?

"I can making something good." it whispered, quietly to itself. Something fell from its empty face, bleeding into the cosmos around it in pinks and purples. "I can make something better."

It tried to make something like the sun, but it was too dull and a deep shade of red. The god tossed it to the side. Not good. Another try? This time bigger, but with more colors. It fell apart in their hands. Angrily, the god cast the fragments into space.

"No, this is all wrong maybe..." the god glared at the faraway sun and made another 'star' in its hands, wincing at how it illuminated the twisted fingers, "Maybe I can make something better but in a different way?"

The star dimmed, hardening into a mass, just as the god had made its armor. The darkness around it swirled, absorbing the colorful tears of the cosmos and swelling. The god felt a spark of joy, carving its lightless sun with long fingers, creating wonderful patterns and shapes. It was smaller than the sun, and gave off no heat nor light except deep in its core, yet the god held the orb with a deep satisfaction. It could not see it, in the dark, only feel its beautiful curves and ridges. It was better than the sun, surely, but there was only way to prove such a thing.

Veiled in darkness, the god turned once more to the distant sun and approached with its creation in hand. It pulled its black veil around its shoulders and head, poking its hands out only enough to present its creation towards the light of the sun. Ridges of shimmering metallics and cool glassy gems pulsing with a molten core. What was once cosmic tears shrouded the hard orb like the veil around its creator. A fog, a shimmery sky.

The god held something both ethereal and physical. Not a sun, but something else. Perhaps a starting point for something more.

The god cried an iridescent liquid that bled into her new planet, blooming into thousands of delicate metallic flowers and butterflies of stained glass, "A sun burns and blinds, but you do not! You need neither light nor dark to shine, precious one of mine. For the sun can only illuminate what is already perfect."

The god didn't even notice how her own form melted and formed something different too. Petals and thorns of coppery metal outlined a silhouette of stained glass fractures. No longer was she a twisted amalgamation of darkness and metal, but an apparition of her own love.

 

[Solirus]

Tranquility

the boundless ocean of nonexistence was peaceful, pieces of nothing floating atop it's surface, each without purpose and none with suffering. A dream with no beginning, an endless paradise, a contradiction held by it's lack of nature.

Yet, at that moment, a ripple was born. At first insignificant, only forming a harmless shape. Then it cascaded the boundless into a storm.

The waves of nonexistence crashed and swirled, no longer were they locked from beginning, no more would they be left as nothing, now they would be.

At the birth of something so blinding and powerful the ocean raged, the waves crashed harder against each other forming the shape of an outstretched arm which solidified. This arm grabbed onto what it could, pulling the ocean with it as the waves began to cease, each crash building onto of the last, creating a body desperately breaking the fabric between and becoming existent.

The thing moved, what pain and hardship was it to move across the canvas of reality.

What terrible fate was it to think, to acknowledge.

Oh how horrible was the feeling of light and heat the great and blinding mass puked.

The suffering of existence... It was overwhelming.

It was too much.

It had to stop.

it needed to end and return to the tranquility of nothing.

The thing extended both arms forward, in clear struggle as it's being twitched in agony. Reaching into the boundless sea of nonexistence did the thing awkwardly retrieve a wicked tool. The rift on reality quickly closing itself.

Grabbing to it tightly the thing shrieked in agony across all of reality as it felt the sting of countless things appear in existence. Placing the tool over it's shoulder the thing swiftly swung their tool, ripping the countless lights from existence into nothing and leaving a line of nothing. However the thing had narrowly missed the great and radiant one.

The movements, the action, pain and suffering. It's thoughts swirled, if the suffering had to end, then it would need to suffer, it would need to move, for it's end to come, the end of all must be true.

The thing kept twitching as it struggled to exist.

 

[Yonsisac]

Character: Amar'la the great Mother
Interaction: Baphime and Tugos
Action: Was about to interact with Baphime but now Worried of what to do about the unknown being.

The light being molded and worked on the dust in hand, shaping it but in the end, futile. All the shape was imperfect, life could not be in such shape. It would wither and fail in matter of seconds, it needed somewhere it could stand, or maybe it needed some way to be just like them: a astral being of light and life. But ever as the though came, it went, there head slowly turned to what seem another...a being just like them. It saw this mostly unseeable being make cry out in some cry of pain. Its shape seem just like hers in some form but, inked, tainted and dark. The being of light stared for a few seconds as soon it fled away, far from there light and sight. It took a standing poster and looked at the direction where it fled, this confirm she was not alone. But the being wondered, who it was? what it was? head tilted and wondered...

The light enveloping the being began to shed, revealing a form not blinded by her light. Eyes closed shut and delicate body that was conjoined with four arms. A dress slowly formed around the fragile body made from the light itself as it faded away as her hair. Taking a shape much more suitable, a shape she deemed as "Hers" she felt this is how she was meant to look, or was it a mere subconscious of thought? she did not know. But it felt as it had to be.

The eyes of life starred in the unknown distance as the crackle of distance lights made its way to the void, mostly unstable but, it was light. The goddess soon saw what came of it: Hands reached from the edges of the dark, the veil that the opposite goddess wore was slowly shifted for their hands, holding what seem a orb. But as the light came in contact, the reflections of glistering gold, the tears that turn in to innumerable metallic flowers and butterflies. There body shaping similar in way as the beauty of such was that of no other.

The goddess stared at the orb in such a hypnotized daze of beauty she could not image, how could such everlasting perfection be born? "What beauty is this? A blessed perfection of glistening shine...Its unmatched " The goddess stated, its closed eyes "Looking" towards the metallic butterflies that flew...admitting to such beauty that she could not even do. It had...a fog, a sky, it smiled admiring such a creation. "Its...Perfect" Admiring it as one hand reached for it, maybe blessed with life. But It was halted.

Her head snapped towards a direction in the void, it felt the opposite of her, a gastly screech echoed through the cosmos, the goddess feeling fear..anger?...is that was the name? A silent wrath sliced through the emptiness, small little lights extinguished. The great SOL being nearly hit, she was not aware of what damage could happen from such but she rather not know. Her face of confusion, alarmed at such...aggression. The great mother stared at the distance seeing some being. Looking over the unknown Goddess she wondered what should be done? This being's aggression was divine, like her, a god. Should they move? If they stay, sure danger. The goddess refused to fight back but stifled herself, as She stared towards the void as her voice echoed through "Whomst dare take such aggression towards thus!"

 

[Scribe_6]

Light is, and by its presence so too does there exist darkness. Or perhaps it was the other way around.. Love is, and with it longing and envy and dozens of smaller more fragmented and fractured and faltering emotions. Life is. Death is.

I am.

The thought came unbidden. One moment amid the great eternal expanse, amid the silence and the empty, there was naught and then there was. At the edge of the light's reach a single eye had opened some time ago and been watching the actions of the others, blearily blinking into the light as it arrived and assessing the motions and creations of the other beings that would shortly follow. The eye focused and brightened, not so bright as the sun it looked upon but bright enough to nearly be mistaken for one of the other motes of lesser light now hanging in the vast space all around, and as such was nearly stricken by the volatile imprecision of the thing fighting to take form at the opposite edge of everything. What was this thing struggling to exist. To live. To survive.

I am, and as such I should do the same.

Another thought which manifested itself in the mind of a being whose first moments were met with the chaotic and cacophonous collision of the shrieking entity's all out assault against whatsoever it perceived.

The eye flitted about, peering at the darkness at the edges of the light's influence and taking stock. It wanted very much to be, but nonexistence was a simple and inviting thing: it was the path of least resistance... none, in point of fact. As the slash passed it by the being yet unfinished could feel oblivion brush it by and knew that it did not wish to meet it. The eye closed and opened time and again before suddenly narrowing with discontent. If the nonexistence it had settled in before sought it then it would need to work hard to keep it. With strain it began to push forwards, thrashing against the infinite emptiness.

I will be strong, and sharp. I will be willful and wild. I will be free and focused so that the nothingness cannot reclaim me.

So deciding; the dark began to tear, to rend and to make way with the black giving over to shades of deep gray and ivory hues. Hands emerged and peeled at the nothingness until it was left tattered and frayed in the space where the being had come into existence. Looking down at itself the figure pondered its form and function as well as its purpose for but a moment before allowing its eye to scan over the broader expanse of reality and the other figures taking form therein. Other figures all dissimilar in shape and size and scope and scale and seemingly in intent or understanding.

It allowed its gaze to settle for a moment on each of these figures before pressing its will against reality and feeling itself begin to stride towards them and as it did so it began to grow smaller and smaller and smaller still to a point where it was small enough to settle down onto the thing held betwixt two of the beings. Once there it raised one of its four arms and extended a singular finger, holding it still until one of the metallic butterflies passed by it and giving it a little one digit wave. It's head tilted slightly and the bone-like visage that could have been its face or a mask bore no change, but the body language of the being spoke volumes: More-so than the trio of noisy things above, this small and flitting thing had immediately gained its interest and favor.

"There's a good little creature." It croaked out in a deep and uneven voice, for now ignoring its fellows.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Skag-lor Zhalmekhan​

Jealousy and spite.

They were the first feelings he tasted, the supple texture of them drawing him forth from the emptiness. He, like the others, had been a blissful piece of nothing until the first pulses of creation had granted him awareness. But he had not been him until the dark one's turmoil had gave him substance. Her woes, anger, and determination to outdo the bright one had tasted so sweet, so alluring.

It began giving him shape, allowing the great expanse of dust that had been scattered by the wiles of creation to begin assuming yet another form. No more than eyes in the emptiness, his form grew more shapely with each failed attempt. As her anger mounted, so to did his being grow. Soon the outline of a face, twisted in a deep satisfaction, pulled forth from the nothingness she had hid herself in.

But just as the form began to gain solidarity, ity all changed with her successful creation. As her anger and jealousy were overcome by joy and satisfaction, the supple tastes vanished along with his form, bleeding back into nothingness without something fuel his creation. His own joy became dissatisfaction.

It would not be for long, as a new, more powerful flavor pulled the awareness away from her. Instead it was drawn towards the thing, the wild being that had so quickly spiraled into madness. Unlike the dark one or even the bright one, the mad one had immediately forced its own barely formed being to move against their acts of creation. It had expressed nothing but spite for the existence they were being born from, and moved to rend it asunder. Drawing forth a thing and cleaving away distant lights, its hatred for being quickly fed the awareness far more than the dark one's spite ever could.


And so, he began to take form once again. With every light snuffed his being came more into existence. At first it resembled the misshapen form of the mad one, drawing upon its endless agony to fuel its own creation. The taste, the feelings that its anger produced were euphoric, the sounds of its suffering, he almost couldn't believe how much grander this treat was.

Until a new flavor had been added.

The mad one's attack had just barely missed the bright one, so caught up in witnessing the dark one's creation. When her awe became anger at the unforeseen assaulty, he felt his newborn sense of taste rocked by the sensation it ran through him. Soon his form began to shift again as his awareness went to her instead. The confusion, her demand for answers, a small treat had become a meal, and then a buffet within such short time.

Would they come to blows? What delicious flavors would he savor then? Would the dark one aid in the protection of their creations? Or would such a contest prove to great a chance to rid herself of the one that had caused her such shame and jealousy? As those thoughts flashed out to him, his shape changed. What had once been a resemblance to the mad one was polluted by thoughts of one combat between the three would be. An armor had unconsciously been forming, to protect. Limbs capzable of evasion, yet sturdy enough to survive the odd blow. A thing like the mad one's yet, shaped in a manner conducive for both offense and defense.

These thoughts served as the final link he needed to pull himself into being.

Right beside the dark one and bright one, he emerged from the dark seeming like more than a listless armor floating through nothing. Though frozen in a statuesque manner, still he floated towards them with the embers of a glow shining from his eyes.

She had asked, and he would answer.

"Worry not for its name, for its intent is far more the danger." he answered, the armored jaw not moving yet the glow of his eyes shifting with each word "See what it has done?"

His tail was the only thing capable of bending and shifting, and so bent towards the great swathe of nothing which had been cleaved through existence.

"Its aim is clear, to return to the emptiness and take all creations with it." he turned his gaze to the dark one's newly crafted form "All of them."

He couldn't hide his amusement, the mad one's sheer gal was impressive to say the least. But beyond that, it was useful in more ways than one.

"May as well let it end them," his tail pointed from the bright's one sphere to the dark one's "I doubt either of you could stop it in such a state."

 

[seasonedcat]

it was wrong. Hard in the places it should be soft, soft when it should be hard. To thick here, to thin here. The rocks were not happy, the ground was not glad, it was not right. Too much hate, too much fake ground. It was not right. It was an imitation. The rocks moved, the ground grew. Hard in the right places, soft in the right places. Mountains grew, sands softened, holes left unfilled. A desert of black, a vast crater of sand of light, dry and caked. Soft soil with no life, hard earth to hold it all. For this was the earth and nothing more. The rocks were happy. They glanced at you, they felt you.

a jealous moment, a desire for violence, anger, hopelessness, the sight of a sun, the sight of a death. It floated in the earth, it grew as your moments here expanded. As you did the bank for which your thoughts in memories needed to be stored grew, and so the rocks did too. A gentle shake filled an area of earth, awfully close to another god who had stepped onto the newly formed earth.

with a crack a small head came up from the earth, bright white hair gleamed, bits of earth falling up from them as the squirmed their way out of the earth, a small hole of earth now gone from where they were formed. Pushing themself up they balanced themself with their arms, almost falling over from her unsure feet. He stood up, shaking his head lightly as their rock friends fell to the ground.

his dull eyes glanced around for a moment as she spotted another creature like himself. Taking a shaky step forward they approached the other, stopping behind them as they watched the creature flap its tiny wings in front of them. They watched it with dull eyes, his mouth in the shape of a small 'o' as she looked out on it in wonder. Reaching out a hand they snatched the creature into their hand to get a better look at it as it squirmed in their grasp, holding onto its crystal wings as it tried to free itself.

her eyes gleamed in wonder as he stared down at it, a single word coming from their lips, "pretty..." they breathed out as they looked to other. They did not understand the creatures squirm in his fingers, nor did she know how the other would react. They blinked at the other in innocence, her white hair falling over his eyes naturally as they did so.
Scribe_6

 

[Yonsisac]

Character: Amar'la the great Mother
Interaction: Baphime,Skag,Etsyn,Avos and Tugos
Action: Began to talk with skag and refuse to let such work be thrown away and destroyed by the distant being so easily. Soon asked the gods near if they had names.

The bloom of existence began to take its form, the goddess staring towards the direction of the assailant, closed eyes slowly towards the held sphere with fog as she felt presence slowly coming. The dark molding as soon a being, just like them came upon the sphere. Like her, it had four arms and took a smaller stature, far from what they currently had. The being seeming to have an affinity towards the simple yet beautiful life of the newborn world. Head tilted once again back towards the direction of the once destructive force, alarmed still and very much aware of its presence, especially as the feeling, its aura was like her but inverted. Was this being here to extinguish...Life? Amar knew that soon in time all life must come to end and all that is created can surely break. But its...anger? despair? the emotions did not seem clear but, it seem clearly have some hate...

But the goddess was soon reminded of a new feeling, fear,anxious and surprise. Her head turn towards the Dark figure that offered the sphere and out of the dark, a being far from what her imagination of creation could depict, appeared. One of her hands darted towards her chest in panic at the sudden intrusion as it spoke answering her question. The closed eyes shifting towards where the being suggested and now towards the sphere who began to...change. It grew as mountains came to be, sands dark as coal and began to take shape. A new being seem to appear, one of white hair and affinity towards the earth.

This was the birth of a world with potential and the syphon of multiple gods to give it shape. The Amar's head tilted towards this...statue like being that seem not similar to death but had something similar? it was hard to tell, it seem so dull and as if not in its true shape. "I refuse..." The goddess stated looking towards the blanked dark void left by the tool of this death gifter "Do you not see the work being bloomed upon this world? Letting it all be wasted is not the way of life" she soon looked upon the slowly forming world as one of her hands came slowly towards it, a single finger came in contact with the vast emptiness it held "Life will continue even in the grasp of near death. Giving in so easily, shows nothing, but the unwillingness to exist..." And thus, it became true.

Where her finger lay, the ground began to glow slightly, as the essence of life began to inundate the hollow massive crevasse. Water. A blue liquid slowly began to grow and raise in level slowly and steadily, but it soon stop. It left the planet with small patches, not fully as she planned. She could only bless it with what was needed for life to bloom. The land near these "Lakes" began to slowly turn into....muddy ground...turning in to the so called wetlands. Juvenile sprouts of grass began to grow slowly and saplings took their roots but yet have to grow. Live began to take its course. The blooming grass turn to tall grass and flowers began to come to exist.

Life was slow and it needed time. and maybe, the other work of gods for it to correctly develope. Her finger retracted from the planet as she looked towards this statued being "I heard the chorus, i must give life. This is my- No, our first spark of thought and will...why would i let it be extinguished so early and so easily? no, i won't let it. It must have a chance to exist first." the goddess stated, this world is a new born upon this vast darkness and her light is the only one still here, she knows more will come but she can't let this all work be taken away. And its not just hers, but there's as well. She looked at the planet, she will protect it at any cost, if it would be taken away, so be it, but it won't dissipate into the dark without a chance to exist. And now it had life...Even if the statue being said they did not have a chance, she doubts it. It was like them, it seemed equal in her eyes.

Her closed eyes once again looked towards the void where the being's attack came....patiently watching and wondering, why was it in so much pain? "You said names....Do you all have a name?" She asked those away from her sight, not wishing to turn away from the void. If it would attack again, she would be ready this time.

 

[Juju]

🙞ꕥ Baphime ꕥ🙜
Interaction: Yonsisac GrieveWriter Solirus || Mention: N/A​

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An unbound joy burst in the nameless god's heart, so sweet that it ached. What praise was this, to have one's perfect creation be revered in such a way. Pride in all its addictive glory blossomed inside the god, making the metallic flowers along the god's silhouette shiver and shine in glee.

"It is perfect, is it not?" the god breathed, gazing down at its creation. If they could make something so beautiful as this, perhaps they were not as horrid of a god as they thought.

Then the unspeakable occurred. A dash of nothingness shot across creation, narrowly missing the sun yet hitting its mark on a familiar bushel of lights. It was her discarded suns, nothing more than cheap knockoffs, yet there was something unmistakable that she couldn't shake. They were hers. To harm her creations was to harm her, to insult her, a transgression.

The goddess refused to fight back but stifled herself, as She stared towards the void as her voice echoed through "Whomst dare take such aggression towards thus!"

"An abomination." The god hissed, glassy form sharpening to blackened and twisted points. Something deep inside the god awakened, clawing its way out and screeching louder than the god that had crossed her. This monster would pay. It would suffer for what it did. It was the only thing that would quell the fire in her chest.

Glass and metal flowers gave way to the sickening flesh covered in armor. It was the only thing that gave the god pause. Horrified and panicked, she thought to run, but it was too late. The sun-child would see. Thoughts of rejection and disgust filled the god's mind. Curse the sun, for illuminating her so! Prying eyes and reflected rays. Perhaps reflections can be bent? Desperate, the god weaved her magic and called upon the hollow beauty of illusion. In her haste, she used the closest example she could mimic; the nearby goddess of life.

Metal and blackened bones were replaced by soft flesh, and the veil of darkness became a dark silken gown. What was once armor now formed into a floating halo and delicate embellishments imitating leaves and roses. The only thing that did not change was the shining spear still stuck in the goddess' hand, its wicked point as thin as a thorn.

The goddess nearly flinched at the appearance of a new god behind her. How long had it been there? What had it seen? A new form of anxiety sprouted in the goddess, but just as her illusion hid her form from the sun, so did her face hide this crippling fear and shame. She tilted her head and glance back at the new god out of the corner of her eye. "If it stands to destroy creation, it would be wise to put an end to it, no?"

As if in agreement, her spear burned brighter. She tightened her grip on it. Still, her voice was charmingly sweet and nonchalant as she painted a smile on her face, "What poor thinking to give up a fight without starting one! Surely we do not stand before the god of optimism~!"

How dare this overrated suit of armor speak to her in such a way. As if she were weak. Something inside her wanted to lash out equally to the god behind her, but she restrained herself. Now was not the time and place.

Tapping her slim fingers against the spear in impatience, the goddess listened to the sun child. At first she thought the passivism to be an annoyance, until something clicked. This thing wanted to end everything AND itself. What sort of revenge would it be to grant one of those wishes? To repay a sin, things needed to suffer. In order to suffer, something had to live. The goddess smiled, truly this time. It was one of joy and excited relief. It was the realization of one's revenge.

"What wisdom the sun has!" The goddess purred, holding her spear high and twirling it in dance. "This divine creation should be celebrated, for it is the most joyous and beautiful of all things. I too have heard the chorus, and shall answer its call! Blessed creation, I gift you my beauty and love!"

The goddess drew back the shining spear of revenge and flung it through the cosmos with devilish precision, as if the spear itself knew where its mark lay. Just as the death god's attack had narrowly missed the sun, so too did her spear narrowly miss the creature. As soon as it was past the god of ending, the spear erupted into a blinding spray of light and color. The sound of thousands of resonating crystals and chimes boomed outwards, like song without voices and music without instruments. The power exploded in a rainbow of pastel colors. Like ink, nebulas spread and danced through the empty cosmos, twisting into thousands of delicate and perfect shapes. It was art on a grand scale, one that would bring mortal hearts to tears, and even made some gods pause in wonder.

The darkness of nothingness had served its purpose, but she no longer needed its shelter. On the contrary, she would sooner burn away every ounce of darkness if it meant bringing any discomfort to this god who had destroyed her creations. If the god desired the end of things, she would create an endless amount of beautiful things.

Turning back to the other gods, the goddess motioned with her arms outstretched and palms wide. Her laugh was like delicate notes of a string, "My name is Baphime, and I shall make this world magnificent!"

 

[aurivee_]

In future retellings of the universe's birth, they were one of the last to appear. However, the reality was that they had been there all along, simply electing to watch as the newborn deities began their divine work.

The sudden emergence of reality itself was change of the highest magnitude. The first Words of the Chorus had sent chaos spiraling into the blank void, allowing the fabric of this new universe to twist and shift, allowing these divine figures to take form. And thus, they were born. Well, partially born.

They were caught between existence and nonexistence, and they were happy that way. Formless, yet all-encompassing. Blind, yet omniscient. Stagnant, yet ever-changing.

They were content as they were, gently pulling this new world's strings. Tugging at hearts, stirring up minds, and watching the ensuing pandemonium.

They were surprised at how easy it was. These deities already had single-minded dedication, determination, and copious amounts of pride. They barely had to do anything to set these gods against each other.

Their soft laughter echoed through the cosmos, a million and one voices permeating the threads of reality. And they continued to pull the strings, twirling them around, watching as the universe and its inhabitants danced.

One of these new deities caused Chaos to frown. This deity appeared to have no intention to further this universe's creation. Instead, they seemed to desire an early end to the new reality. Their screeches of agony and desperate outpourings of divine will elicited no empathy from this presence. They were a threat, and they were to be neutralized at once. Chaos cannot reign if there is no reality for it to meld.

And thus, nonexistence and ommipresence collided, and a new god made their existence true.

As they began to take form, a shimmering spear flew past the location of their imminent body. Consequently, they looked at its sender, and got an idea for their first form.

An identical replica of the black gown shifted into an impossibly dark crimson, with infinitely long trails drifting behind it, some of them melding into black claws, grasping at nothing and everything. Their pale body and deep grey hair came next, followed by a halo of golden sparks above their head. And then, as the universe exploded into light and color, they were finally born.

As the beauty spoke her divine proclamation, a quiet and slow clap echoed through the newly lit space. Black eyes watched the gods with curiosity and mirth, before settling on the source of the rainbow.

"A fine goal, if I do say so myself. You've done well." That soft laughter sounded in the void once more, as they turned to face the rest of this divine pantheon. "If any of you care for what you've created, I suggest you deal with... that." Their gaze drifted to the destroyer, who had been narrowly missed by the spear. "I, for one, would find it far more enjoyable if this universe continued to exist."

A large scythe appeared in the deity's hands, and they gently tossed it from one hand to another, twirling it around. They had no intention of doing anything yet - for if they'd learned anything from their observations, it was that these deities were eager to fight amongst themselves. They would much rather stand back, pulling at threads, and watching as everything fell into out of place.

 

[Solirus]

Even when several specks of light were eviscerated, the pain grew as more things appeared. All the words barfed at it were nothing more than incoherent wails and screeches, all deafening yet always listening.

Yet when the spear was thrown at the thing their senses grew into a tempest, dodging the attack that wasn't even aimed at it. Kicking at the very fabric of reality and launching itself with indescribable force towards the edge of existence, leaving a fracture from where it kicked.

Even when so far existence was still as harrowing as when it was next to it, but now it could hear it's own thoughts. A tempest of words and sounds but a prevailing one pierced through the rest like the spear thrown earlier.

Stop this

From the thing, a bright mist emanated from them and like several daggers it moved back and pierced the thing, reentering into it.

It's movement became smooth as it recovered from the assault. Yet they didn't hurt, the horrible senses it had were gone, no longer was it blinded, only being able to see darkness and a single speck of light in it's vision. It's thoughts unclouded as it began to look around, inspecting itself and the tool it held, letting it go as it seemingly disappeared.

It's attention was brought forward by a distant explosion filled with light and color, the thing didn't know how to feel, but it was able to form curiosity.

Moving it's body the thing kicked back launching itself back into the planet, landing softly on a patch of grass. Even when closer to the radiant thing the heat was no longer atrocious it felt weaker and bearable, even the light it created no longer blinded but instead revealed a plethora of colors and things. Kneeling down the thing placed it's hand on a patch of grass, it could feel the leaves bend and move as it pushed them down. It didn't know how to feel about this, one moment ago the very concept of existence was suffering and now it wasn't...

The thing closed it's hand gripping a patch of grass before moving it's hand up and ripping it from the ground. Standing back up again it opened it's hand dropping the patch of grass, watching it fall.

"Hmmm"

 

[jmann]

• God of Shadows
• A World Invoked

• 
  “Martyr”
  The word arced through the universe like streaks of lightning emanating from a single, vague source. It was the word for a being, an entity of sorts.
  
  “Martyr”
  The voice rang again, the lightning formed a more precise silhouette as the word gained meaning. A martyr is headstrong in their beliefs, and true to themselves.
  
  “Martyr”
  The lightning shaped a cloud of black smog. It was a garish presence that blotted out countless stars from the grand tapestry some other god had created. Martyr held another meaning, one it had decided to keep to itself.
  
  The entity, the Martyr, looked over the other gods shouting and conversing, their words shaping the universe beneath their watch. Water flowed through damp wetland with a few words of love and guidance. Mountains grew from the barren rock with no words at all. This was not the magic of the universe. Rather it was something else entirely. Perhaps, the entity theorised—microscopic arcs of purple lightning flashing off within the smog— this was the magic of alteration, rather than that of creation. Old rock and earth made by one less invested in its substance had been replaced by one that held devotion and dedication. Or perhaps it was an act of such potent creation that it tolled the one who would have voiced it. The Martyr wondered if this was why the dark aggressor now fled with its mal-conjured scythe.
  
  A writhing brought its attention back to the present world. An entity pained by the stellar light that shone bright enough to cast light over the tallest mountains and through the deepest caverns.
  
  “Hide…”
  The Martyr spoke in a voice that echoed within itself a thousand times over. It had meant it as a suggestion, but the word was said nonetheless and that was for the magic of the universe to take hold. Mountain faces went black as night as crawling shade pooled on surfaces opposite the great star. Ravines and caves were plunged into total darkness perfect for the fearful soul. These pools of shadow held respite from the light. Despite the life given by the light, a duality was needed for those unburdened by the necessity to grow.
  
  The Martyr turned his attention elsewhere. In the far corners of the universe floated pieces of barren red rock. The dark smog fizzled away and disappeared, and simultaneously appeared again by the rocks. There was nobody to love or admire them. They had been forgotten by their creator.
  
  The Martyr allowed the rock to drift into the smog. It turned the rock over many times, counting its edges and feeling its rough surface. It would serve perfectly as a world if given the proper care. It turned its attention back to the planet with the other gods, had they noticed the Martyr yet? Would they care? The rock rotating in the smog meant most likely not. Forgetting was a concept the Martyr did not fully understand. Something once known, then unknown.
  
  "Gone."
  A fracture splintered across the universe, shattering glass reflecting broken and twisted light. As quickly as it had appeared it faded. Invisible to all who looked but perceivable by gods. The Martyr felt the fracture. It extended through all dimensions of space at once, an omnipresent break in reality. The Martyr pushed against it and felt it give slightly. There was somewhere this fracture didn't extend, somewhere they could go if they pushed hard enough. The Martyr pushed again, harder than before. Like a great weight from behind, they were shunted through the fracture to a space beyond.
  
  An expanse of seemingly infinite black welcomed the Martyr all too easily. It was freeing. A land outside of conventional space, made almost entirely of his own shadow stuff. Yet the space was not infinite, merely presenting as such. The Martyr could sense the boundary of it. They pondered how exactly this space functioned, being as limited as it was yet being accessed the way they did. Were there infinite pockets within the cosmos that the Martyr had fallen into one of? Or, did the very act of crossing the boundary create a space for them to inhabit? There were aspects to the universe they did not understand, aspects governed by rules difficult to decipher for a purpose even more so. For now, they would wait.
  
  
• 
  Every word has meaning. With meaning, power. With power, purpose. When the chorus began it was light that first dawned upon the cosmos. Life followed soon after. A body inhabited by the conscious will of the universe. As the body was constructed, weaved into existence by a twisting of the fundamental sources already present in the world, words brought imagery. Imagination filled the minds of all who would come.
  
  Life spread further through the cosmos as new gods became the will of the universe. At times it was patient, allowing new entities to form slowly, while others came too quickly and had to be shunted fully formed from beyond reality.
  One longed to create better works than the one before them. Its wish was fulfilled in part when improvement and growth took hold of their minds, spoken haphazardly into existence. As too was the concept of 'wrong'. Mistakes, accidents, fallacies, all wormed their way into the very core of creation forevermore.
  Rock cracked and burned. Life moulded into something beyond its form. Darkness took hold of the object, and as day shone brightly over parts of one god's creation, darkness mirrored it opposite the great star.
  
  Then came profanity. A wicked shriek. It was noise without meaning. A message with no purpose. It carried pain yet sought nothing. It created without speaking, a pure act of will. In a land governed firstly by words, the laws had been defiled. A scythe was torn from beyond. It was a tool of unmaking, one to spite creation itself.
  
  After pain came beauty into the world. Beauty turned bland rock into sculptures waiting to be. With imagination and beauty, the foundation of art now filled the void of possibility.
  While life had been gifted upon the metallic butterflies, it was from the one impatient to exist that they became creatures. Minds and sentience imprinted on the metal as they fluttered more sporadically across the new planet. Worms would begin to dig through the wetlands, and the smallest of fish would claim its waters.
  
  Worry came next. The stress, anxiety, and fear of danger. Danger was the threat, a threat faced by most of those who now talked amongst themselves.
  The rock created long ago had given way for something new. Made with art and dedication, the new earth was more fertile and enrichened by the beauty that had not existed when the first world was made.
  
  Attempting to defeat fear had created something far different. Death. An ending to the natural progression of life.
  
  The one who invented perfection was the same one to invent destruction. Stone eroded in the hot sun, caves collapsed under their own weight. So too came the end. When things settled and no longer existed in their current state. Rather they would be broken down into secondary states of being. The one god also spoke into existence fighting. Conflict had existed in practice before the concept itself had been spread through the cosmos. Yet so too did it invent optimism and love. Core ideals were taking shape within the god. Until a single word carried more meaning than any construct.
  

  My name is Baphime,

  Ideals, fears, aspirations, appearances and opinions all encapsulated within a single word more powerful than any other: a name. With that word, Baphime became a concrete, genuine part of the universe.
  
  A new face brought a purposeful darkness to conceal and disguise. It introduced something else: a fracture. The place of non-existence. Outside the universe yet still beholden to its laws. A pocket of space keyed to the new god. They could not create another if they tried, but that would not stop others from crossing the fracture into their own pocket of non-existence if they so wished. The pockets were not tethered to the universe in any physical space, and could be entered or exited from any position. The new god was the owner of their new domain, free to shape it to their will.
  
  The chorus was singing. The universe taking shape. In short time there would be plants and creatures abundant, with life radiating through every root and vein. This was the early stage of creation. More words would come, and with them the will of the universe.
  

 

[GrieveWriter]

Skag-lor Zhalmekhan
Interaction/Mention: Yonsisac Juju aurivee_ Solirus

Was that fear? Or just worry that had flowed from the others at hiss appearance?

The brief surprise of the bright one paled in comparison to the jolt of concern which emanated from the dark one, lingering traces of the disgust she bore at being revealed. For some reason, this one hid herself. The tastes of shame that exploded from her whenever that veil of her's faded was an interesting flavor, but he much preferred the displeasure she radiated at his insinuation. Or was it annoyance from being so briefly unveiled? He could not bring himself to care, as long as it remained.

Her anger was tangible, no matter the face she hid it behind. He could practically feel the urge, her desire to strike back against him. But when it turned away he found himself briefly wanting, only for her to declare her intent. In accord with the bright one, she would create. Launching her own tool into the darkness of the void and driving it away with gleaming stars and colors. But despite the show of power, he could taste it, the underlying desire to spite the foe in the darkness.

A retaliation of sorts, the continuance of conflict. It wasn't enough,but the glow within his eyes burned slightly brighter has the colors filled the void. The determination of the bright one to defend their creations was palpable, he could feel it. A promise of retribution should more violence come.

But then the dark one found cause to answer the question of her bright counterpart, only to proclaim herself as Baphime. And when he heard her intent to bring magnificence to their new world, he felt it, an urge beyond all others. An invitation to laugh, stifled only by the arrival of another of their kin. He wasn't able to truly hold back his laughter at Baphime's proclamation, instead turning to face their crimson new friend who paused upon the rainbow. But when he heard her words, he couldn't hold his laugh back any longer.

"I've created nought but my own desires." his tail trailed passively around him as he fought down the chuckles "But yes yes, enough talk about impossible efforts. That being there should be-"

He froze momentarily, realizing that long since the enemy's flavors of distress and agony had been slowly fading. Ever since the dark one brought colors, the being hadn't raged in response as it did at first. Instead, it seemed almost subdued by the new things that had come to replace nothingness. And just like that, his interest in the being faded. He didn't even move when it launched itself towards the planet and began examining it with something that seemed caught between curiosity and confusion.

"Oh no, it seems you've pacified it." he mused as his burning gaze fell upon the planet to track their kind moving upon it "Congratulations I suppose, if only your goal of magnificence could be as attainable."

He had yet to give his name, but did he truly need it? He knew the answer, of course, the chorus had called on them to shape and become. To become was to be knowable, and to be knowable required at least a title to go by. But what name could truly befit one like him? Could properly encapsulate these desires for conflict that bloomed within? His thoughts rolled over and over in his mind as his gaze stayed fixed on the slowly developing world before him. He could feel it on the edge of his thoughts, on the tip of his awareness, but it didn't pull forth with clarity. It was there, he just needed to rip it from the recesses of his mind.

"Name... I'm sure I have one." he hummed "Nearly have it, so close... so close."

 

[Yonsisac]

Character: Amar'la the great Mother
Mention: GrieveWriter Solirus Juju aurivee_ jmann
Action: Admired the named being Baphmine, sensing Martyr and mentioning Saoirse, shocked at how the assailant now pacified, Telling skag she must know why, as such, now wishing to know its reason for so by speaking to tugos directly.

Hearing the goddess speak and bring the testament of her name, and soon the universe seem to rebound upon it. A name seem to have a lot more than it would seem, a tie to who one is, who you are, and unique seal and a powerful one. Hearing such a name, the goddess smiled knowing the name for the one who she first met. Hearing the goddess speak upon the beast. Amar did not wish to call it such, it was her, but a dark reflection of the same. "Blessed be by beauty...Baphime. My wisdom is not all mine for this worlds was but your blessing in its foundation". As the sun goddess stated her proclamation at beauty, soon a new ethereal being seem to join the fray. Its low claps echoing through, as it informed that it desired to see creation be born as well. It seems there were more on one side than the other, incase things went far, seems they would be at a number advantage. But the feeling the new being gave was so erratic...chaotic...but still seem tamed. "Universe must exist..the feeling i have...compelled to continue till its end". But all changed soon enough.

As the goddess's shut eyes looked upon the world bellow and the beings as her around, the darkness from beyond seem to approach, the goddess felt her light slowly fear it as the thought of there creation being destroyed in the mere second it took last time, made Amarla flinch. But it....was passive, landing upon the world slowly being born and formed. The urge to know more the said black mirror that seemed this being to be, Death. And a feeling reflected, something similar to the being standing in the planet, but faded quick as it came to being and the cosmos, its name becoming the answer of her question...Martyr....looking over the black universe and its dotted canvas, Amarla smiled as it seems...slowly knowing the fellow god like beings that take space upon this infinite space with her, feeling glad and hoping this being notices her appreciation for there answer. Looking over to statued being, the goddess chuckled at its statement " It seems to have been in reality.... been Pacified...how odd" the goddess looked and wishing to give the statue being think its name...Maybe the sun should know this...being of death. "Please forgive me but...I find it odd how they seem to change from startled, to be here..don't you?, i must know more. Give me but a moment" Soon slowly making her way towards the planet.

"My name....My name Is Amar'la" Her voice stated in general, the universe heard. The golden cord attached from sun to body, flashed and vanished as the sun pulsed. Its white bright glow, turned to a soft orange, a crack appeared upon the flamed and lights similar to the torn rift that formed in the darkness. But as soon it appeared, the flames cascaded as water upon it and made it vanish. The thought of it being the goddess home was now more true than it would be, A blessed Canvase away from this universe where she could work and craft her works and life. The rift of a universe hiding in the bright flames of SOL.

The goddess began to shrink in size, till her size was that similar to those upon the world blessed with life. Beings known as fish began to be born and slowly life born and growing. Her hands Drifting the blades of grass, approaching the odd...being. It was hard to explain its appearance, seem humanoid just like them all but not so much. Keeping her distance, the goddess stood there, grass growing around her much more rapidly than the ones far. Flowers blooming near, a depiction of life maybe many could think of so. "I thought of you but as a aggressor...so did the rest" Stating as her two rows of hand hid behind her back "But seem i was wrong- we were wrong. What is your name?....I can't stop but see myself in you, but the literal opposite. What made you change your mind?" The goddess head tilting slightly still wondering of its decision. But as well wondering of the being seem related to him. Fond of knowing who this...being was.

Even upon the planet, the now dim light of a goddess looked at the rest, up to the sky and below the earth. Wondering those who have yet to state there names. Life seems to bloom but the cycle felt incomplete. The Wetlands barren thriving with life still missing something. The dark sky dotted ever so slightly but incomplete and empty. The water o so precious seem dull and void. Upon other. It seems beings of eternity were yet missing still,..

 

[Solirus]

Interactions: Yonsisac

The thing observed it surroundings blankly, what was it meant to feel about these things, what was it meant to do...

It's subconscious pondering was interrupted by the arrival of the radiant one, her footsteps caused nearby grass to blossom and grow into a colorful mess and when she halted herself sounds moved forth. These sounds were like the wind to the thing, and yet unlike the wind these sounds carried something with them... emotions perhaps, and emotions that were directed at the thing, at itself. The emotions were partially familiar for the thing also felt some of them: curiosity.

The thing started moving towards the radiant one, it's steps and movements causing no wind to blow and no grass to rustle. It saw as the radiant one took a step back as the thing approached yet didn't outright leave. The thing finally stopped as it stood not even a meter away from the radiant one. It carefully observed her as it had done similarly to the grass. In due time it's curiosity waned, kneeling down to observe the flowers more closely, they held no emotion and yet they were captivating to watch.

The thing reached out, plucking out a flower off before standing back up straight. It brought the flower closer and closer to itself, observing it due to pure curiosity. It's movements halted, turning into stone before it's gaze was directed towards the radiant one. "You....... " It started saying certain sounds it heard, they way they sounded just felt right and proper. It remembered the powerful which sounded identical to the sounds of the radiant one, "You......... Amar'la....... name."

It's gazed only returned for a moment to the flower before letting it fall gently into the soil, "I... I... name?" the thing looked back as it knelt down once more plucking out a separate flower.

"hmmmmmmmm"

 

[Yonsisac]

Interaction: Solirus

The bright goddess slowly smiled seeming to see the creature more curious and as if young in a way, kneeling down as he did to pick the flower one last time. Soon the goddess mimicked him after a minute. Taking flower for her own "Yes....You must have a name...We all do." stating that, the bright goddess look up towards the being, standing up and offering the flower towards them, as a way to show peace and no wishing to harm them, even do this being was all the contrary. Violence is not an innate only option, especially some as Amarla who rather seek peace and never raise a blade. The goddess did not know its name but was sure it seemed familiar in some aspect and she hopes they would say. "You do feel the same....we are similar in a way, dose it not seem so to you?" The goddess asked.

Her closed eyes, even if not visible, she was clearly in a positive mood. Ignoring his initial act and desire more of peace between them, if that is avoidable. Pluss they seemed in a way lost, there speech and act all mirror of curiosity. The being was so, unorthodox, Amarla wonder why they had such an appearance, but no mater. All are same in her eyes and still reflected the same: humanoid. Hope there acts of sudden aggression are far behind them.

 

[sheesh]

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Figuring it Out...​

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Discipulus has more than a few questions.
Is it holding itself back?​

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What am I?

Why am I?

They were worthy questions -- and some of the very first to be asked. The moment that Baphime's mind awoke and asked those questions had come and gone, but something still intended to answer. Those questions were the very thing to wake it up. Those questions were the same thing to hold it back. While Amar’la, as they'd later called themselves, made the sun and the other gods began to manifest, it was busy toiling on what it means to be. Who was it to make the rules? Were the rules even real if anyone could change, create or omit them at will? Was anything at all real and true? If it declared it was a fish, would it be solidified as fact, or could it be overwritten just as easily as any other declaration?
If it wasn’t, then why not? If it was a god, who or what determined that, and why were they to be believed? One made the sun, and another was born to embody an idea. As far as it was concerned, they weren’t similar enough to be considered the same thing, so why assign one word to them all? It watched as others claimed their identities and purposes before it and remained confused about its own.
Every question had a right and a wrong answer, and maybe many of each. It wanted to go to Baphime and tell her that she was wrong when claiming her name, and the goddess would’ve defended herself. It was sure of that, but what told Baphime that she was right? Did anyone tell her? How did they know for sure? Had everyone been told what they were except for itself? Something had told everyone to speak and that the universe would listen, and it seemed so far the voice was correct – the universe heard.
Amar'lahad said, “let there be light,” and there was. That stood to reason that whatever it said it was, was the truth. It had to assume that it made its own rules on its own accord. That must’ve been what it means to be a god; it agreed with that. That matter had settled, and the next question drew a blank: Why? It was put here to make the rules, but to what end? And if it didn’t speak to the universe, would it be destroyed?
It wanted to ask the voice that spoke first what would happen if it refused to create anything, but something else inside it deemed the question futile. There would be no answer, would there? Another question crossed its mind: if it was a god, then a god of what? So far, all it had done was think. It hadn’t a name, body, or creation, just a presence. Maybe it could be a god of questions; it had plenty of those. It felt like it was meant for more than that. To prove to itself that it was more than a god of questions, it issued itself a challenge. At the moment, only his mind was active and vivid. It could imagine an ocean of suns vast enough to illuminate everything from the first Sun to the edges of reality itself, so why couldn’t it make it?
If it was going to make it, why make a sea of the same thing? What was the full scope of its ability? It had to have a great measure if the universe waited on it. It could keep thinking about theory for as long as it wanted, but it wanted to see something real. To see something, it would need eyes, and if it was going to make eyes, it might as well make an entire body. It didn’t need anything grand. A body with only a pair of eyes, arms, and legs would do for now.
The result was like a glass replica of a man, transparent like a display case with eyes shining white. It floated between the Sun and a great rock it hadn’t yet looked into; it was too far away to be easily observed. The light in its eyes began to shine brighter and brighter until it was even more luminous than the sun itself. Why, its eyes, for a moment, were more radiant than any sun could be. Such light could be expected when the goal is to illuminate an entire universe.
From its eyes came a star shower. Wisps of fire sprouted from its eyes and darted into the oil-black void, expanding as they went. They’d reach full size after they became nothing but a glint in the distance to onlookers. They came a few hundred at a time, then by tens of thousands, and then somehow, they gradually began to pour out with more intensity. It staunched its fiery tears to take in its work, and its magnificence almost brought it to tears once more.
It was perfect. Every bit of the distant void was illuminated with billions of lanterns; billions of flames lit with effort and steady hands. After so much darkness, it wanted more. It could’ve filled every bit of space from its body to the edge of the universe if it wanted to – at least, it felt like it could. The only thing that stopped it was the urge to pursue something else. The stars that hadn’t been sent off receded into its body. The glass frame of a body became a window into the new universe. One that wasn’t so dark.
It felt satisfied looking at what it’d done. It had created something. It would never know what would happen if it refused, but it was okay with not knowing. It was time to focus on other pursuits: There were other gods too, but it didn’t seem right to talk to them, ones with names, without being able to introduce himself as anything. It needed to call itself something. It stared into the starscape, entranced in thought. It put its hands on its head and froze. How would it know what the correct name was? Was there a wrong answer?

"I’m….”​